You're going to go. From the end of the earth I'd return just to hold you again.

From the ends of the earth I'd return just to hold you again.

In a taverning Plymouth,

our adventure, a witch to my wife,

I'll bid farewell as she went from a gate.

With the voyage at sea destiny, I have date for eight pieces of silver.

I boarded my fate.

Two years of provisions from a sauerkra to nails,

nine tons hats of rumen. visions from sourcraft to nails,

nine ton hot heads of rum and cast them full of veil.

We made ship shape the rigging from crows' nest to keel,

and with a wither I open get and cook set sail.

Hang on to the winds, I'll head out to see.

under rise on the ears of the rear back then we. In three years of discovering you relax for the crown

two hundred thousand leagues of both

take sailed around on a vision for the mythical southern continent bound.

Well, we searched the world over and it could not be found.

All around, all around.

That turning.

It could be 17073.

194 men sailed into history

cross the Antarctic Circle first ever

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